Dark Halls
A long dark hall
candles flicker in secret rhythm
stones reek of pale orange fire light
footsteps trail far behind
and each dying echo wondering
lost in these long dark halls
a figure in shadow lingers here, there
a voice whispered at the edge of sleep
dreams drift down long dark halls
candles glow flicker
and flow in secret rhythm
as echoes die
dreams are lost in the long dark halls.
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